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rites of spring/Frühlingserwachen „Wow, ihr habt ein echt großes Haus!“ Jeremy staunte über  den großen Dachboden. Lena war ganz froh darüber, dass er kurz abgelenkt war und kontrollierte nochmal den Sitz ihres Haarreifs. Es war gar nicht so einfach gewesen dieses Outfit zusammenzustellen. Vor zwanzig Minuten war sie noch richtig stolz auf das Ergebnis gewesen. Jetzt stand ihr die Unsicherheit wieder bis zum Hals und die rote Farbe sogar bis zu den Ohrspitzen. „Hey“ kam Jeremies Stimme vom anderen Ende des Dachbodens „wo führt eigentlich diese Tür hin?“ „Was?R

The rites of spring "Wow you guys have a big house!" Jeremy was impressed by the huge attic. Glad of his distraction Lena adjusted her hair band again. Putting this outfit together hadn't been easy. She had been really proud of her result twenty minutes ago but now she was awash again with apprehension. The blush had spread up to her ears. "Hey" came Jeremy's voice from across the attic "where does this door lead to? And why is it so dark? Aren't there any lights?" "What?" "This door over here?" "Oh. Yeah. That door." "Aaaannnd?" "Don't be so impatient. We're waiting for Mara!" And I need to catch my breath. It had seemed like an exc

Morning sunshine, early glow The look you give me, undammed flow Sets the stage unrivalled Making vows is easily done If not the words, intentions come Though they may be said in silence All the touches big and small From head to toe are yours to call Whenever they are needed Hands are joining lips in line From smile to kiss, they share a time Where all the noise does rest But rest is for the sleeping dead When skin is close to skin And voices whisper quietly Though all the words are said When life is an unceasing grind Fear drives you scared and blind I vow to spark alight again The fire in your mind In morning sunshine, afterglow Anot

Wehen SoC zu Slipknots „eyeless“ Augen sind überall. An den Wänden in den Spiegeln. Im Flimmern des Monitors. Hinter Helfern auf der Nase. Eigentlich Bewegungs und Augenlos, denn die Welt ist intern- ein Wort auf dem Schirm, ein Takt der Musik und alles öffnet sich im Innern zu großen Landschaften - was könnte man tun, wie sieht man sich, stellst sich lieber beim Schaffen vor als es tatsächlich zu tun; Kreisen zwischen den Bildern, aufstehen, laufen, sitzenbleiben, eigentlich immer Sitzen in der Schockstarre in der alle Eindrücke auf einen Einstürmen, endlose Flut,Strömungen in soviel

in confinement questions came liberation they survived will the captors go yes they're gone will another path emerge yes, two to stay as one will the blaze leave more than ashes yes thirst

yeah so what has changed my man well check what I’ve become yet move back, look up, take it in is really all that new? still in black, still hide your face still wandering; still wondering if their looks excite or are unwanted still the same grey sea but the city has shrunk somehow concrete waves no longer break my back it may be me that has grown but is it really ride down the stairs look sideways sharp see the hood winking back face fuller, eyes darker, hair longer with a ring tougher than steel much has changed then today was all alone on the streets but now there’s something a home with more than just reflections so yeah

Früher schriebst du einfach drauflos heute denkst du nur nach früher sprachst du offen ins Nichts heute kaum zu dir selbst hab ich was zu sagen fragst du hab ich Gefühle verloren fragst du das alter ließ mich verstummen denkst du eigentlich fehlt es mir doch weißt du hat mich die Trägheit im Griff fragst du nur weil du es zulässt weißt du wann ist es Zeit fragst du jetzt.

Do you still... smog can't leave and chokes the streets it sure is November when I drove through the cold I couldn't help but remember You said it just happens been like it for years But more years have since past Do you still cry at christmas? Have the ghosts all been silent The pain gone away The emotions less violent All calmer today You said it means nothing They’re just random tears So I never did ask you Why you cried at christmas Time sure keeps grinding Maybe that was your luck a small silver lining in now growing up Collateral damage But I hope you did manage To evade losing passion Adult empty shell For we all lose some

today a radio played an old song send me against the wall trapped me in nostalgia so much welling up inside feelings of romance and fright memries good and bad but right from the well they vanish to inside. the past is just this hole which keeps on growing all the time and then collapses in upon itself and births another you the you today, the me I am has lost connection to the things that were but when this music trigged memory cascade it feels so close again it's not quite like regret or sadness or romantic longing for dreams and hopes ambitions, goals and gains that never were and never came like a sweetness that once was entangled in